Men and diary

Dear diary, I've been having a hard time you see, can't you see, but you can't so let me let you let me view my life, through my eyes, with no disguise,with no compromise, cos I am my own prize, I am my own mind, my own man, following my own plan, it has been so long since I have had control over what goes on, patrol, in control, no longer in the back seat, playing the back seat driver, second commander, push over, no say in the directions, but dear diary, how long has it been when we last spoke to Him, I know it is hard to believe but we have to believe, we can't do this on our own, life is a gift, and I feel sorry for people who don't see it, like an inanimate object, statue with no motion or virtue, lifeless, soul-less, their language is ignorance, mine, competence, self-growth, self confidence, a life sentence to eternal happiness.